In the sweat
A striking look,
Your fist raised
Tonight it’s me who’s gonna lead
Body to body, no pretending

Rules on the ground, codes shattered
We bite the forbidden
It’s raw, it’s rough, that’s why you’re here

No accident,
We bring out the rope, the chain, the spikes
You chose the cage, 
The mad dogs want to clash
From the basement 
Our screams pound
Tonight it’s real, tonight it’s tense
We strike hard, zero distance

I want your back
Leather, wax,
You ask for harder
On your knees,
Iron, bite marks, heavy breath
We train, we break, we cheat with death

Every mark signs the moment
Don’t let go, grip tighter, smile back
This game you know, go to the end

No accident,
We bring out the rope, the chain, the spikes
You chose the cage, 
The mad dogs want to clash
From the basement 
Our screams pound
Tonight it’s real, tonight it’s tense
We strike hard, zero distance

hands restrained
Chest shining, 
knees all scraped
Too hot, too far
Tighten harder
We charge ahead, no alibi

No accident, here it’s all by choice
We bring out the rope, the chain, the spikes
No love
Flesh on flesh, it bends, it strikes
No love
Flesh on flesh, it bends, it wars

No accident (Deep House reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

No accident (Deep House reload)

Terminalose